Shifting uncomfortably on his bed, Calix reached for the cigarette carton to find out that thing was empty. Looking towards the man that was in the process of pulling out another one, dark eyes stayed trained on the small box until it was presented to him. Taking it, he placed it in his lap, not daring to break the seal as long as Malecai was sitting there with that neutral expression on his face.
"Mal…"
"Just go ahead when you're ready," he replied. "I can wait until you're ready." Opening the carton, Cal pulled out a cigarette, lighting it. Exhaling a cloud of smoke, he sighed heavily before watching the man get up to open a window. "You know, you should slow down on that. It's not a good habit to keep."
"Yeah, I know but, then again, I'm not as old as you are either."
Watching as a cheerless smile crossed the teen's face, the appointed guardian let out a dry laugh as he stood by the window, observing how the citizens went about their daily lives. "Focus, Cal."
Glancing at the man, Calix sighed heavily before snuffing out the cigarette as it reached its end. "Fine; what do you want to know…exactly?" he asked as he reached for the carton.
Walking back over, Malecai took the small box and slipped it into his back pocket prior to taking a seat on the edge of the bed. "Let's start with something simple."
"Like?"
"This smoking habit of yours." The raven diverted his eyes to the window as a bird flew by. "When did it start?"
"Mal…"
"Calix."
Sighing at his name, dark eyes went back to staring at the man. "Sixteen."
"S…sixteen? You were sixteen when you started, Cal?"
Calix gave a one-shouldered shrug. "You asked…"
Scrubbing a hand down his face, Malecai exhaled loudly. "Why?"
"Why what?"
"The smoking, Cal."
"Helps me relax."
"What is it that could possibly stress you out?" Brown eyes narrowed before going back to the window. "Ok, ok. We'll skip it for now."
"Fine."
"Now, I'm a bit curious about these." Looking over at the man, Cal backed his head away before scowling as his guardian spread his fingers to show a shining blade hidden there. Turning his hand a bit, Calix then saw the second hidden behind the first. "Where'd these come from and why do you have them?"
"They were a birthday present."
"Who gives knives as a birthday present?"
"Someone that knows I don't like guns," Calix replied after exhaling a dark cloud.
"Who gave them to you?"
"Someone."
"So, I'm guessing the person that gave you the knives also gave you that staff, right?" Cal gave another one-shouldered shrug. "Will." The teen glanced at the man from the corner of his eye before snuffing out the cigarette. "It was her, wasn't it?" Brown eyes stayed set on the window a distance away. "I'm not going to say anything if it was. I just want to know."
"Yeah."
"Yes?"
"Yeah."
"To the knives and staff?"
"Mal," Calix groused.
"Ok, ok." They sat there for a while. "Clothes too?"
"Yeah."
"You're…you're not in a gang are you?"
"What?" The teen just stared before rolling his eyes as he sighed aloud. "No, I'm not in a gang."
"Are you sure?" Dark eyes locked onto his form. "Ok, you're not in a gang."
"Next. Question."
"Ok, ok." Silence enveloped the pair for a moment. "So…"
"What?" Cal managed through clenched teeth. "And the next question better not pertain to me being associated with a gang."
"And why not?"
"They're stupid."
"Stupid?"
"There's no order in a gang. Sure, there's a hierarchy but that's no real system," he said as he looked down at his lap. "There's no leader. It's…it's just us."
"Us?"
"Us."
"And where do you…stay exactly when you're hanging with them?"
"Can't tell you that."
"Cal-"
"I'm not telling you that so next question."
"C-"
"Next. Question."
"Fine; where were you the night the carriers went down and the station was broken into?"
"In bed."
"Bullshit." Dark eyes glanced in his direction before focusing on the teen's lap once more. "I saw you leave. Where'd you go? Better yet, how'd you do it?"
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me. How'd you do it?"
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"Look at me when you say that." The raven turned before slowly averting his eyes as the grey ones narrowed bit by bit. "Can't can you? So, tell me; how'd you do it?"
"Mal-"
"How'd you do it?"
"…help."
"What?"
"With help…"
"Help?" The other nodded. "Help from…Will?" He received another nod.
"…and Renyx."
"Well, not surprised there."
"How'd you take it down then? I mean, those carriers are huge."
"Will…she's really…she's really good with technology."
"Ok, but as interesting as that is, and trust me when I say I will want to know more on that, I'm a bit curious as to how you managed to slip past all those cameras. That and how exactly did you make it to the roof without being caught."
"I…Will took out a majority of the cameras."
"She was with you all that time?"
"Well, no, Renyx was. Will was back at-she was monitoring the patroller patterns as well as taking out the surveillance.
"Monitoring the-you all seemed pretty organized."
"We're not in a gang so don't even-!"
"Calm down," Malecai said. "Window's still open." The teen scowled. "So, how'd you get to the top then?"
"Climbed."
"Climbed?"
"Yeah."
"How?"
Calix flexed his fingers before balling them into fists to rest on his thighs. "I'm a good climber."
Watching his adopted son in their silence, Mal furrowed his brow as he watched the younger male's hands start to tighten. "Hey." The other tilted his head by a fraction. "I'm guessing being able to scale a building took a lot of practice." The teen nodded stiffly. "Was it something you practiced along with Renyx and Will? It must've taken forever."
Calix shook his head slowly. "…he taught me long ago."
"Renyx?" Malecai questioned.
"No, Evren."
- † -
Sitting silently, mismatched eyes watched the doctor that had yet to stop staring at the x-rays mounted on the wall. On occasion, the man would turn to look at the officer then his hand that sat on the table as instructed. When their eyes would meet, the doctor would go back to looking at the screenshots in order to avoid the apathetic look that always seemed to paint itself along the paler male's face whenever he would see him in the room.
"Does it hurt when you curl your digits?"
Evren looked over at his injured limb before he slowly curled his fingers with a bit difficulty. Diverting his gaze over to the man he knew was observing him, he watched as the doctor turned away again, writing something down. When the man came up to him, Evren looked down at the pen and clipboard being presented to him. The instructions written down seemed simple enough though, as he went to do the task given, he flinched subtly as he tried to hold the writing utensil. After several moments of trying, he lowered the items down before looking over at the doctor that was in the process of writing notes.
"Can I leave now?"
"No, not yet."
Not satisfied with that answer, the officer rose to his feet and headed to the door. Hearing footsteps behind him, followed by a hand coming to rest on his shoulder, he came to a stop to look over his shoulder and at the man.
As expected, the doctor pulled his hand away quickly in favor of holding onto his clipboard.
"I'm leaving."
"You can't" he replied, backing away to keep some distance between them. "The Director says to wait here."
Scowling, Evren took his seat, replacing his hand along the tabletop. When the doctor removed the shots from its backlight, he spared the younger male a glance and a nod before slipping out of the office.
Alone, he pulled his arm down and examined his still partially swollen digits before trying to ball his hand into a fist once again. It took several minutes, all of which irritated the man, before he soon let the limb go lax.
I really broke it, he mused before looking up due to the presence of another approaching the door.
When it opened, the man neither scowled nor did he smile as the individual came walking in. In his seated position, he inclined his head to look up at them as their shadow blocked the light being given off by the lit box used to show the x-rays.
"Oh dear," he said, void of any distinctive emotion. "What happened to your face, Tyson?"
"Don't play stupid," the raven growled as his hand found its way to the other's neck. "You know what you did." Turquoise and jade-colored eyes blinked once slowly as the offending appendage at his neck tightened suddenly. "Lucky for you, the doc says the burns should be gone by tonight if not tomorrow."
"What…a shame," Evren breathed, as he stared at the wrapped bandages covering one of the red eye, "and here I thought it was an improvem-"
"Shut. Up." Studying the unchanging expression along the paler man's, Ty kept tightening his hold until he felt the other shift almost unnoticeably in what could've been discomfort. "Do you know where I just came from?" The seated man just blinked. "I was talking to the Director and was told some very interesting," he said. "Due to your injury, guess who's been promoted and who's been demoted."
"T…temporarily."
"As far as you know," Tyson scoffed before looking down at the injured hand, "but I'm sure you know what that means, don't you?" Evren shifted again as the hand tightened after another exhale. "It means that you, dear Evren, will be listening to me for now on."
"L-like-"
Watching the man wince considerably after having his hand seized, a grin split the raven's face as he squeezed it again, feeling the bones shift about with unnatural ease. Noticing how his other hand seemed to claw at the material of his pants, Tyson then released him and took a quick step back the moment Evren's good hand made an attempt at touching the other side of his face.
"Ah, ah, ah," he chided as he watched ire dart along the other's features, "can't have you messing up my only other good side."
"You don't have a good side," Evren groused as he got to his feet and headed towards the door, watching his associate from the corner of his eye. "Both sides are the same."
"Handsome, huh?"
The white-haired officer simply looked over his shoulder as he grabbed the doorknob. "Shit." Pulling the door open, he kept his eyes pinned on the new higher up before running into another. Not in the mood by that point, or ever to be frank, mismatched eyes darted towards the newcomer before they dropped down to the floor immediately. "Excuse me, sir," he uttered before stepping aside to make way.
"What is this about shit?" the man asked as he studied the quieter man. "Tyson, explain."
The single, red eye drifted towards the still officer before focusing on their superior. "Just a misunderstanding."
"Oh?"
Tyson nodded once. "We were just talking about the delinquents here in Polaris."
"Delinquients?" The Director then turned towards Evren who had yet to pick his gaze up from the floor. "Evren," he said, petting the top of the officer's head in a pseudo-loving way, "is that true?"
Feeling fingers curling bit by bit into his hair, the man nodded once, not daring to redirect his gaze. "Yes."
"Very well." The paler male exhale slowly, quietly, as his boss lowered his hand back to his side. "Now then, though you both know separately, I'm going to say this a final time with you two together. Due to the fact that you, Evren, have injured your primary hand, and with the results of your x-rays and tests, you are not suitable to lead."
"But-"
Feeling amber eyes landing on him, the officer shrank back subtly, avoiding the eye contact. "As I was saying, you're not suitable to lead your team. I can only having the best leading my squads, you know this." Evren nodded stiffly. "That being said, until you recover fully, Tyson will be filling in for you for the time being. With that, you are to obey any order as he would with you. Is that understood?"
He nodded once. "Understood."
"And you are to ensure that your team stays well-coordinated and effective."
Tyson nodded once. "Understood, sir, thank you."
"Good, now shall we be on our way?
"On our way sir?"
"Tyson hasn't told you?" he asked.
"No, Tyson hadn't told me anything," Evren replied as his good hand began to clench into a fist. It soon went lax. "Would you do the honors, sir?"
Amber eyes flitted towards the red-eyed male. "You know, one of your duties is to relay messages quickly, especially when they come straight from me. Is that understood, Tyson?"
Said person glanced at the white-haired man to see his face as solemn as ever before he looked back at their employer. "Yes, sir."
"Good, now come along you two. There's much to be done."
"May I ask what it is that needs to be done?"
The Director looked towards the raven. "Yes?" The man raised an eyebrow. "Oh." Ty then looked towards Evren, who was doing his part at staying a respective distance behind the two men. "We will be attending a banquet along with the Director this evening." Evren merely blinked. "He has an announcement to deliver and we'll be working as escorts as well as additional help for the event." Evren blinked again. "Is that understood?" The man repeated his actions. "Is that understood?"
"Evren."
Aforementioned looked towards the man with amber eyes before bowing his head in acknowledgment. "Tonight's objective has noted." He then looked towards the raven before bowing his head in his direction. "Thank you for informing me, sir."
- † -
Red carpet lined white marbled floors that led down a split stairwell. High ranking official and their spouses or dates filled the great hall. The sides were flanked with large banquet tables, all of which were filled with various appetizers, cuisines, main courses and desserts. A large ice sculpture was mounted by the tables carrying various wines, their glasses stacked in a pyramid formation. The light shining from crystal chandeliers added to the warm, golden glow of the liquor cascading into the flukes before a waiter came up, collecting them to pass them to the never ending flow of oncoming attendees.
Music filled the room with the soft notes of harp strings strumming and faint, underlining notes of a piano. Soothing sounds of a cello followed by violas and violins soon breached the peace and picked up the pace for a lovely dance of two. The songs seemed endless, almost making the event of one that one may read of in a fairy tale or see on a television novella. And once it ended with a concerto of Vivaldi in A minor, all took a bow or curtsy, claps ensuing shortly after as all made their ways to the tables or just off to the side for small talk.
Descending the stairs, the raven bowed slightly at the waist as he gave another greeting for the umpteenth time that evening. Standing straight once the pair had left him, he made his way towards the restroom. Alone in there, he walked over to the mirror, observing the faint scarring on his face, relieved that it severity had long since decreased from earlier that day. Running his fingers along his cheek, cutting over to run over his eye, he smiled, knowing that it wouldn't be visible by morning.
Medicine worked wonders nowadays.
That and he was a natural healer.
Combing his hair back, he noted the way red streaks contoured his dark hair that had been slicked back. Running his thumb across his brow, he gave his face one more thorough check before adjusting the lapels of his coat. Smoothing out the sides, he the checked the studded cufflinks his employer had given him prior to checking to see if his oxfords had been scuffed. When all checked out, and another had walked into the nicely laid out room, Tyson stepped out and took a look around as the orchestra began another Vivaldi piece, Concerto No. 10 for violin in B minor. And posting himself by the wall, he looked about to see the Director chatting it up with someone he presumed to be of importance. Looking elsewhere, he then set about to keeping tabs on his teammates that were scattered amongst the numerous throngs of party goers.
Moving to be by the wine table, he spotted the brunette of the group standing by the wall, speaking with someone else as one of her gloved fingers traced around the brim of the fluke she had been holding. Her eyes were lowered to the floor, unseeing, as a timid smile crossed her lightly nude-painted lips before she brushed aside a stray brown curl, the rest being pulled back and up into an elegant ponytail adorned with a single red rose. For one that was supposed to be a deadly force, the woman looked delicate, harmless in the deep claret-colored dress that hung off her shoulders. One would think that the officer would come in uniform yet she was dressed in a work that hung loose from the shoulders, tapered down to her waist before falling out into a full skirt adorned with a swirling pattern of crystal and matching heels.
"So there's Scarlet…" Tyson mused aloud before slowly pulling his gaze away to sweep over the rest of the crowd.
His gaze then landed on Alexis.
She was standing beside the orchestra, watching carefully as the violinist continued to play. Her attention then went over to the pianist as she made her way over to her in curious fascination, though it didn't quite show on her face. Smiling as she cocked her head to the side, Tyson picked up a glass, trying to figure out how they had managed to talk the silent member into wearing a dress. It was almost as formfitting as the other female's just with noticeable variations.
Strapless like Scarlet's, the bustier of Alexis's black dress was adorned with small crystals that gleamed in the warm lighten given by the hanging crystals of the ceiling. Tapering down to her waist, the noticed the long slit running along the front of the dress, showing nothing but legs until he noticed what appeared to be shorts beneath the skirt. The front being shorter than the back, he received a good look all the way down to the black wedges on her feet. The faint flickering of something sparkling then drew his attention over to the female's diamond bracelet that seemed to match the gems adorning the chignon that rested just to the left of her head. Dark eye shadow, that of a black or dark grey, brought out the unique color of her eyes and the bit that was in her hair as well, leaving her to look like any of the attendees. And catching her gaze for a moment, Tyson watched as she bowed her head in a silent greeting before she resumed her observations of the ones playing the instruments.
"Two down…"
"Thank you for attending."
Turning his head in the direction of the voice, Ty looked about trying to find its source. The tone of it sounded familiar yet foreign at the same time making the man leave his spot to go investigate. After a few moments of searching, he soon came to a stop as he came across the last member of his team. Evren was in the process of a bow before he stood straight sweeping away the stray strands of hair that had fallen in his face. Taking a slight step back, Tyson observed the black tuxedo jacket that was probably just a bit too form-fitting on the man. His pants were starched, shoes scuff free. Dressed in all black, the color emphasized how pale the man actually was, what with his almost porcelain colored skin and white hair. However, splashes of color almost stuck out the most. The top part of his red cummerbund showed just at the waist of his suit while a red handkerchief was folded into a tight and neat triangle to be tucked away into his breast pocket. Even more, what struck the raven was that a warm, amiable smile was on the man's face.
That couldn't have been the same Evren because the Evren on Tyson's team hardly ever smiled, and when he did, it tended to be one of sarcasm.
"Evren."
The man turned his head, smile never faltering as he set his sights on his new leader. "Yes?"
Red eyes narrowed to a degree before Tyson looked towards the nearest exit. "Can…I need to talk to you."
"Very well," Evren replied before turning to excuse himself from guests he had been chatting with.
Watching the other bow at the waist, Ty led him over to the exit and stared out at the empty streets before turning at the sound of a door sliding shut. "Evren."
"What is it Tyson?" Turning around, the strange-colored eyes narrowed while the once present smile had long since disappeared from the man's features. "I was busy so this better be good."
"Why were you smiling?"
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me," Ty replied, trying to find any small trace of what had been. "Why were you smiling like that?"
"Ordered to," came the response.
"Excuse me?"
"I was ordered to." Seeing the next question paint itself on his leader's face, Evren sighed. "Do you honestly think I'd smile like that?"
It'd be something new…Ty pondered
"It's just a frontal approach to ensure that everyone attending this event has a great time." He then looked at the streets as a hovering limo rolled by to unload its passengers. "Besides, it hurts my face to do it. Smiling-"
"Suits you," he finished as he held the man's chin between his thumb and forefinger. "You're to do it much more often."
"You must be joking," Evren said, brushing the offending hand away. "I'm going back inside."
Scowling as his new subordinate turned to go back inside; Tyson grabbed hold of his injured hand, eliciting a pained yet startled hiss. "I wasn't joking."
"Let go of my h-" He shuddered when the other held tighter. "L…let go of my hand, Tyson."
"No."
"I wasn't asking."
"But you're not really in the position to be giving orders, now are you?" Ty countered.
Clenching his free hand, Evren caught the man in the chin. "Let go of m-"
Feeling his teammate cringe in his hold, the dark-haired male narrowed his eyes the moment Evren went to strike him again. "Knock it off," he said as he caught the other's wrist in favor of pressing it back into the wall. Hearing a mild hum, Tyson looked towards the captured hand being held against the brick before focusing on the narrowed, mismatched pair of eyes. "Knock it off."
The humming increased. "Let go."
"I told you to knock it off." Squeezing the injure limb, dark eyes watched as the paler officer lowered his head the moment the sound died away. "That wasn't too hard, was it?" Evren remained silent as he felt the bones in his hand move freely beneath his skin. "Shouldn't you be looking at the person speaking to you, especially when they outrank?" The other lifted his head to peer out through his bangs. "Good."
"Tyson, let…please, let go," he requested hardly above that of a whisper.
"What was that?
"Let go…" Cringing as the hold on his hand tightened subtly, Evren lowered his head again. "Sir, my hand…hurts. Please, let go of it." Tyson hummed his question, causing the man look up at him. "S…sir, please?"
"What did you just call me?"
"S…sir," he breathed as the fingers of his good hand curled slowly. "Hur-"
Squeezing his eyes shut, Evren turned his head trying to get away from the other after receiving a kiss. Gasping when his hand was gripped tighter, the officer felt his head connect with the brick behind as he received another kiss, a lot different from the previous one. After what felt like forever, he cracked his eyes open the moment the warmer feeling left his mouth. Sucking in much needed air, Evren hung his head to collect himself before wincing at the treatment being delivered to his hand.
"Look-" The other looked up before his leader could finish. "You're sticking with me for the rest of this event, got it?"
"But the guests-" He flinched subtly when his hand slowly began to be crushed. "R-right with you."
"Right with you what?"
"R..right with you, sir," Evren managed through his teeth before gaining another kiss.
Releasing his teammate's hand and wrist, Tyson watched as he slumped down a bit. "Get up." The other straightened before receiving a pat to the head and a kiss to the cheek. "Smile." Mismatched eyes rose slowly to stare at the raven. "You're at a party so smile." A small one ghosted across the other's face. "That's not like the one from earlier," Ty commented as he grabbed the injured hand again. "Do it right."
The man's smile broadened until it was almost a perfect match to the one he held before. "Sir, it's hard to smile when you're crushing my hand…"
Sighing his relief when released, Evren cradled his hand before stepping away from his superior as he made his way to the door. "Evren." Aforementioned stepped forward, opening the door before retreating to allow the other entry. "Let's go."
"Yes, sir."
Listening to the door slide shut behind, Tyson offered a smile to those that looked his way as he made his way through the crowds. Seeing Alexis making her way towards the stage, red eyes looked about to see Scarlet just ahead of her.
"Everyone, if I may have your undivided attention." The music died down until it was silent, merely hushed whispers filtering through. "Mr. Kubrick, you may begin."
"Ah, yes, thank you." Amber eyes peered through the crowds of people. "If I could call my officers to the stage please."
The crowds parted slowly, making a path for the females of the group. Once they had gotten to the stage, they took a stand at either side of the podium, their gazes aligned with what was ahead before Tyson made his way up to stand alongside Scarlet. Turning his attention to what was ahead, he caught sight of the last member of his team, ascending the stairs before he situated himself on the other side of Alexis.
"As of recent discoveries and patrolling, it has come to my attention that Polaris's crime rate has seemed to double if not triple in the years prior to the establishment of the task force. After careful deliberation with the mayor of this city, as well as the other judicial offices, we have finally come up with a viable solution," Kubrick said, gesturing around. "A curfew shall be imposed starting tomorrow evening." There were hushed whispers. "To those that may be anxious about such a thing, do not be alarmed. Those who have night jobs will be issued a pass. If stopped by an enforcement officer, one is to merely present the pass as well as a picture ID for verification purposes. Those without are highly advised to stay within their homes to avoid unwanted and accidental problems. We would not want to confuse our righteous people with those of criminals that stick to the shadows of the night." Whispers continued. "Warnings will be in place of course so need to fret. First time offenders will be warned. Second time offenders will be fined but third time offenders will be brought to the station lest they have a record."
"And what would become of those with a record?"
A smile graced the speaker's face. "My, that's a good question," Kubrick stated. "To those found with a record, they will be led to jail. Those with extended records will be sent to NAP."
"NAP?"
The amber-eyed man nodded. "Yes, NAP. It's state of the art and shall be opening up fairly soon I might add. It will surely knock down the crime rate of this city and ensure that its inhabitants are kept safe from harm."
"Who funded this?"
"I funded this myself of course," he replied. "No need to worry about your tax dollars. That in itself will be left for you good people to decide on the way it's spent."
Keeping his gaze trained on what was ahead, Tyson slowly allowed his gaze to wander over the crowd listening to the Director. Something, however, in the far back caught his attention making him shift somewhat as he thought he saw the thing moving in the high corner of the ceiling. Squinting a tad bit, he then flinched when he heard his employer say his name. Glancing in his direction, he saw that the rest of his counterparts were either in a bow or curtsy before he too returned the favor to the crowd.
Not quite catching onto what he missed, he focused on the people before them once more, listening to them clap more so than watching. He figured he'd get the white-haired man to give him the details on what was said as well as spending a bit more time with the man until they were called upon once more.
"Evren," he called while the rest of their team began to descend the stairs as the music started up again.
Said person hesitated before he turned to look at his leader, smile in place. "Yes, sir?"
"Come with me."
"Sir?" Having his sleeve grabbed, Evren grimaced as he was led through throngs of people and up the stairwell, only to smile again when Tyson looked back at him. "May I ask where we are going?"
"Somewhere private," Ty replied before pulling his subordinate through the main hall doors and out of sight completely.
And in the high corner at the far in of the room, lens retracted before a small bot, unseen by all, scurried down the wall. Making its way through the people, dodging high-heeled feet and dress shoes, the miniature robot made its way to the door, slipping through as a guest happened to walk in. Scaling the wall in the corridor, it squeezed its way through a duct prior o climbing through the vents until it made it to the outside world. From there, it ran across the street and climbed its way up an adjacent building to swing itself over to another few structures away. And when it finally left the district, it climbed down from its perch to land on the shoulder of a certain redhead that happened to be sitting on the edge of the roof, his legs hanging down over the side.
"Hey, SHU," Renyx greeted as he ran his finger along the little robotic critter's head. "You did good in there."
SHU blinked once then twice before hopping down. Crossing a short distance away, it crawled up its creator's leg as she was in the middle of removing an ear bud.
"My precious SHU, you did so well," Will cooed as she rubbed the top of its head. Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out a small metal nut and presented it to the bot. "Go on. You deserve it."
Taking what was offered; SHU then hopped down and scurried back over to the redhead that was facing the direction of the hall. Climbing up his sleeve, it then made itself comfortable beneath the lapel of the man's coat before it went to work on the treat given.
Hearing what could've passed as gnawing sounds, Renyx looked down to see a bit of what SHU was up to before focusing on the squad cars flying by a distance away. "So, what now?" he asked.
"Well, I'll be looking into this so-called curfew," she replied as she closed her laptop.
"And Cal?"
"I've sent him what was collected."
"That's not what I meant."
The woman sighed before walking over to her friend. "He'll…come around eventually."
"But?"
"But if not, you drop it and don't pressure him, ok?" Tawny eyes glanced back at the darker pair before focusing on the skyline. "He'll tell us when he wants to. If he doesn't then he doesn't, she replied.
"Oh, fine," he grumbled before watching his associate hop off the side of the building. Looking over the edge, he watched as she rose to her feet before he dropped down to join her. "So, about this…curfew."
"I'm not saying in because of some curfew," Will said as she slipped her laptop into its case. "You?"
"Like hell," Renyx scoffed. "I say we have some fun."
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